Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nicaragua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rosa Yemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.